Kira Nadine Reynolds.

And this is where I pour my heart out.
Anything I can't say to anyone, or put into words,
comes out in these blogs.
So onto me?



13 years old. Debden Park High School. Check Shirts. Skinny Jeans. Converse. Eyeliner. Straighners. Friends. Love. Money. Music. Corned-Beef. Apples. Potatoes. Water. London. Shopping. History. Pyschology. Cute Texts. Flowers. Camping. Summer. Lakes. Sunsets. The Stars. Poetry. Reading.


Drew Wyllie; i love you for everything.
Daisie Tuson; your my world, i love you.
^^ the two most important people
in my entire life. (L)

So, I'll let you read some blogs now :)

Sunday, 24 January 2010

dig the knife far enough in my back, did you?

We say we have our best friends yet we stab them in the back.
We try to show some love and, it’s a skill that we lack.
Ive had it with this crowd and I am done with this town.
Ive had enough of these shows, its over with you now.
(LL)

And this is where I've finally stopped trusting people.
Right down to the very last person.
No-one's the same anymore.
No-one can keep a secret.
And people keep to many secrets.
That makes no sense.
But I get what I mean.

I don't get what's happening anymore.
Why everyone suddenly turned on each other?
We all used to be so close.
Like we'd look out for each other,
be there for each other constantly,
we'd all give up any spare minute we had,
to spend time with each other.

Now we purposley make excuses to not see each other,
No-one looks out for each other,
No-one cares why someone is upset.
It sounds so fucking cliché,
but when the hell did we stop caring about our best friends,
and only about ourselves?

I'm constantly tired.
I'm constantly pessimistic.
I'm constantly anxious.
I'm constantly lonely.
I constantly want someone to come and hug me for ages,
and just tell me everything's gonna be okay.
I constantly want you.

Plus, when I do get too sleep,
I have the same dream.
Involving the same two people.
It's scarying me.
Cause, I'm the type of loser that believes dreams mean something.
And this is one that I can't figure out why I'm having it.
Cause the stuff in the dream,
I wouldn't ever want to come true.
But physcologically, I wouldn't be dreaming about it,
If i didn't want it too happen, or it had a meaning behind it.
You won't get what the fuck I'm talking about,
Unless you knew what this was about.
But I can't say it.
Cause if I do, people might believe I want it too happen.

So that's it.
I'm done with trusting anyone.
I'm done with friends..
I'm done with the arrogance of people.
I'm done with wanting to be something I'm not.
I'm done with doctor + hospital visits.
I'm done with crying every night.
I'm done with my appearance.
I'm done with caring about everyone.
I'm done with trying to help all the time.
I'm done with being loved for all the wrong reasons.
I'm done with this.


I'm Kira Reynolds.
And I'm not who you think I am.

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